Tuesday, November 3, 2026

History

 

This is the strangers’ case

From the Folger Shakespeare Library.  

Sir Thomas More is a collaboratively written play that survives only in a single manuscript. The play is thought to have been written primarily by Anthony Munday, perhaps, some scholars think, aided by Henry Chettle, in the 1590s, with somewhat later contributions from Thomas Dekker, perhaps from William Shakespeare, and just possibly from Thomas Heywood. Politically controversial passages have been censored by Edmund Tilney, a government official known as the Master of the Revels. 

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On the basis of poetic style, many scholars believe that a three-page revision to the play is in Shakespeare’s handwriting. 

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The riot that the play references took place on May 1, 1517 and is referred to as Evil May Day. Thomas More, the then under-sheriff of London, was sent to calm the rioters and persuade them to go home. According to the chronicler Edward Hall (c. 1498–1547), a fortnight before the riot an inflammatory xenophobic speech was made on Easter Tuesday by a preacher known as “Dr. Bell” at St. Paul’s Cross at the instigation of John Lincoln, a broker. Bell accused immigrants of stealing jobs from English workers and of “eat[ing] the bread from poor fatherless children.” 

From Act II, Scene 4 of Sir Thomas More:

You’ll put down strangers,
Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise
Hath chid down all the majesty of England;
Imagine that you see the wretched strangers,
Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage,
Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation,
And that you sit as kings in your desires,
Authority quite silent by your brawl,
And you in ruff of your opinions clothed;
What had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught
How insolence and strong hand should prevail,
How order should be quelled; and by this pattern
Not one of you should live an agèd man,
For other ruffians, as their fancies wrought,
With self same hand, self reasons, and self right,
Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes
Would feed on one another…

Say now the king,
As he is clement if th’offender mourn,
Should so much come too short of your great trespass
As but to banish you, whither would you go?
What country, by the nature of your error,
Should give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders,
To any German province, to Spain or Portugal,
Nay, anywhere that not adheres to England,
Why, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased
To find a nation of such barbarous temper,
That, breaking out in hideous violence,
Would not afford you an abode on earth,
Whet their detested knives against your throats,
Spurn you like dogs, and like as if that God
Owed not nor made not you, nor that the elements
Were not all appropriate to your comforts,
But chartered unto them, what would you think
To be thus used? This is the strangers’ case;
And this your mountainish inhumanity.

As a descendant of Huguenots and Flemish "strangers", an interesting footnote.  

An Insight

 

I see wonderful things

 Translation:


I don’t know if you realize what’s happening.


Alex Karp, the head of Palantir, is no longer recruiting his talent from Harvard. He’s training them himself. Young people of 18, without degrees, selected solely on their talent, who code on real projects and read political philosophy between two sprints. He calls it “the Palantir degree.” And today the New York Post headlines that tech companies are launching their own programs because they can no longer rely on the Ivy League.


This isn’t an HR anecdote. It’s a civilizational shift.

For decades, entrepreneurs entrusted universities with the most sacred mission there is: to shape minds. They now understand that this mission has been betrayed. The institutions meant to produce free thinkers are churning out conformists. Merit has been replaced by opaque criteria. Teaching has turned into catechism. Paul Graham saw it before anyone else.

So they’re doing what builders do when a system betrays them. They don’t reform it. They build another one, right alongside.

Elon didn’t wait for NASA to wake up; he created SpaceX. He didn’t reform the media; he bought the public square. Entrepreneurs no longer seek to convince the state. They become the state, wherever the state has abdicated.

Reread Ayn Rand’s *Atlas Shrugged*. We’re there. The bureaucrats keep the titles, the budgets, the buildings. But they’re losing the only thing that matters: trust. In the United States, barely 28% of people still trust the media. A historic low. No one believes those who claim to tell us what to think anymore.

Everywhere you hear that school is over. I think exactly the opposite.

It’s not school that’s dead. It’s the institutions that hijacked it. School, the real one—that of the Athenian Academy, the Renaissance workshops, the master and apprentice—is going to be reborn. More demanding. More just. Without debt, without dogma, without a degree as a lifelong annuity.

A school that will no longer produce graduates, but polymaths. Free minds, capable of coding, thinking, building, and doubting. They’re the ones who will create the value of the next fifty years.

I taught myself to code at 12. No lecture hall taught me what I learned by building. I know what happens to talent when you let it breathe.

The university had centuries to shape the best minds. Entrepreneurs will do it in a decade.

The great rebuilding has begun.


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Morning Song by John McCartin

Morning Song by John McCartin (Australia, 1954 - )





























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Monday, November 2, 2026

History

 

An Insight

 

I see wonderful things